Let me tell you about a morning. A morning that looks just like any other morning. The sun rises, the alarm goes off, I stumble through motions that are routine after decades of practice.
Feeding our adopted greyhounds should be counted in that routine - for me as well as our pack of greys.
On this particular morning however, my precious pack of sight hounds did their best to give me the opportunity to prove I was awake and coherent. When I wandered into the office rather than the family
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